DAMIAN POV.
I walked up to Vivian and dragged her away from the party.
“You are gripping me too tight,” she protested, but I didn’t care. Once we were away from the crowd and the majority of people in the ballroom, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her.
“Why did you do that?” I demanded.
“To teach that b***h and her mother to know their place. She was stealing from the pack house, and instead of thanking me for letting you know, you are interrogating me,” Vivian said, frowning and folding her arms.
I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. “That still didn’t give you the right to humiliate her in front of everybody. That was mean and uncalled for.”
Vivian scoffed. “Why are you suddenly acting like a saint? You hated their guts, and you have always said we should teach th
